phir sadko pe baitha hai
gile kadmo se lipta hai
nahi gujra hai, aadha din
panchhi laute, shame gin
sagar kahta hai
sukhe din chahta hai
aankho ka ye hai mela
bahte aansu, gham jhela
baato me yu akela
aage chalne ki bela

phir sadko pe baitha hai
gile kadmo se lipta hai
sagar kahta hai
sukhe din chahta hai

Upon the streets, he sits again,
Clung to by sodden, weeping rain.
A half-day gone, the sun still veiled,
As homeward birds their courses sailed.
The ocean sighs, a mournful plea,
For sun-drenched days, eternally.
A fair of eyes, a gathering deep,
Where tears cascade and sorrows sleep.
Alone in words, a whispered plight,
To journey onward into night.

Upon the streets, he sits again,
Clung to by sodden, weeping rain.
The ocean sighs, a mournful plea,
For sun-drenched days, eternally.